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"Welcome my lord. Yes, I have reserved the best balcony seats just for you and your honoured guest. You will not miss a crumb of the spectacle, and I shall provide the usual refreshments so that you lack for nothing."

The gaily-clothed weasel was doing brisk business this morning. His house overlooked the town square, giving it a prime view of the festivities, ceremonies and proclamations that rhythmed the life of the city. Today's event, however, was of a more grim nature, although this did not deter the crowd that since dawn had been pressing into the square and around the big wooden gallows that stood at its center.

"Here they come!" an excited voice rang out from the mass of men and women.

A cart creaked into view. It was drawn by two massive rhinoceroses, whose tough hides, sharp horns and stomping feet made the crowd part respectfully ahead of them. Four men were seated on the cart: a large draft stallion, a fierce-looking tiger, a green-scaled lizard and a lithe fox. All were naked, save for the ragged loincloths that were tied around their waist, and their hands were securely tied behind their backs.

The cart rumbled on the uneven pavement and came to a screeching halt in front of the scaffold on which the gallows were built. Guard-dogs armed with halberds prodded the men out of the cart and up the steps that led to the platform. There a red-brown bull awaited them, his face covered by a dark leather hood and his thick arms crossed in front of his broad chest. Behind him a fawn deer in the livery of a royal crier stood with bell and parchment in hand. As soon as the guards had lined up the prisoners in a neat row facing the crowd the herbivore stepped forward, adjusted his reading-glasses and unfurled his parchment.

"Hear ye, hear ye! By decree of his majesty our beloved King, these criminals are presented before the people."

He marked a pause for effect and pointed a finger towards the big stallion.

"Hans, inveterate drunkard and rioter, who cracked the skulls of two men while resisting arrest for public debauchery!"

"Duh, everyone told 'em not to mess with me when I'm in my cups," Hans shrugged. He was a huge draft stallion, with a long unkempt mane, short white fur and pink skin that was speckled with grey around his nostrils and mouth. There was a hint of a beer belly around his waist but his arms were thick and meaty, and none present doubted that his fists could send a man flying above the city walls.

"Baldwin, whose noble blood belie the blackest of hearts, and who strangled his own father to seize his fortune and titles."

The tiger snarled at his accuser, fangs gleaming and lean muscles rippling under his orange-and-black fur. The deer recoiled despite the thick cuffs that bound the feline's wrists and the guards that stood between him and the fierce predator.

"Chakkax, perfidious and godless thief, who desecrated the royal tomb by stealing its treasures," he pointed at the reptile after recovering from his fright.

The lizard turned his long neck towards the mammal, his face an inscrutable mask. He was tall, with shiny scales and a supple body that looked like it could have slipped through a crack in a wall.

"Why should the desiccated skeletons of long-dead kings care for gold and jewels?" he hissed.

"And finally Ridondo the bard," the deer boomed and extended a hand towards the fox, "A lecherous man whose good looks and quick wit made him a favourite at court, but who abused the trust conferred on him and shamefully seduced the naive daughter of the Duke of Tregor."

Ridondo bowed to the crier and then to the crowd. Even weeks spent in the filth of the castle's dungeon had not dimmed the fox's beauty. His face was handsome without being effeminate, his fine fur was the color of fiery autumn leaves except on his belly and throat which were of the purest white. The fluffy tail that hung between his legs was jet-black, like his paws, and his eyes were of a sweet honey-gold that could melt the prudest of ladies. When he spoke, it was with a voice that could charm birds into his open maw.

"It was love rather than vice that made me a criminal," he said, addressing the assembled citizens, "I was helplessly drawn to this radiant lady like a moth to the flame. Like the Icarus of old, I tried to embrace the Sun and burned my wings."

"Our king is a loving and forgiving ruler," the deer continued and waved his finger, "But such crimes cannot go unpunished. Therefore these men have been sentenced to hang by the neck until dead, and their seed harvested for the public coffers. May their example instill righteous fear into the hearts of all miscreants!"

***

"Did I hear this right? Their seed?"

The husky spoke with the accented speech of a foreigner, though his rich clothing and refined manners indicated that he was from a well-to-do family.

"That's exactly right," the snow leopard that sat next to him nodded. He took a sip of wine from his glass, "Seed, male juices, cum, whatever name people give it, it is worth more than gold when properly harvested."

"I have heard many strange tales during my travels," the dog caressed his chin, "But I think you will need to enlighten me further, sir Lau."

The spotted feline grinned, obviously pleased with the curiosity he had aroused in his guest.

"Our learned men believe that semen is an alchemical ingredient of the highest potency, but only when it comes from a hanged man. When a male is in his death throes, his last ejaculate will be infused with his vital force, which will reflect what he was in life. A few drops of the sperm of a warrior can ignite a fire in the soul of a placid man, the thick batter of a dock worker can lend strength to a puny weakling, and the sweet essence of a poet makes a wonderful love potion!"

"So the testicles of these wretches hold a fortune, even though they will not be the ones reaping it?" the dog chuckled and gestured towards the doomed men below.

"Indeed! Semen is especially valuable now that hangings are sadly an infrequent affair. Our good king is soft-hearted, and only signs death warrants with the greatest reluctance. Lately authentic seed has become so rare that common people have started disappearing from the streets at night. Dragged to dark places, stripped of their clothes and hanged by greedy criminals, it is said. Most likely the royal advisors have urged the king to do something to relieve this penury and prevent innocent citizens from losing their lives."

The cat poured himself more wine and swished the ruby liquid in its cup. "This house commands a perfect view of the execution square, and I still remember the good times of the previous king, Edward the Bloodthirsty. Every week, from this very seat, I was treated to the delightful spectacle of noblemen, guards, servants and commoners of all breeds convulsing in deadly ecstasy. Towards the end, the king's madness grew so murderous that they also had to hang people on the big oak tree by the city gates. Seed flowed so abundantly and was so cheap that it often went uncollected, and the very ground was soaked with the gallons of semen that these martyrs spilled."

He stopped and popped a candied almond into his mouth. "They say that strange plants and scarlet mushrooms, some shaped like male organs, still grow in the fertile earth under that tree. Perhaps we should have a picnic on the grass tomorrow."

"We should," the dog said, his bright blue eyes now utterly fascinated, "I wonder if they are edible. But look, I see that the ceremony is about to start in earnest!"

***

One by one the guards untied the men's loincloths. Their genitals were restrained inside contraptions of leather and steel, which had been fitted to ensure that their testes would be full on the fateful day. These were removed too, exposing three sheaths and sacks and, in the case of the lizard, a thin crotch-slit. Ridondo's and Baldwin's manhoods looked delicate and well-proportioned, in line with their refined bodies, but Hans's junk dwarfed them both. An average man could have sunk his fist inside his leathery sheath without stretching it, and each of the massive testicles in his loose scrotum must have weighted more than a pound. They jiggled like ripe fruits as the stallion shook himself with a snort of relief.

"T'was about time. I hope you don't mind getting wet because I'm going to explode."

"I knew our paths would cross again, Hans. You were always the one to let your junk do the thinking," the bull smirked.

"None of the ladies ever complained," Hans replied with a shrug.

One of the guard-dogs opened a box and presented it to the executioner. It was filled with condoms of all shapes and sizes. The bull picked the largest he could find and unrolled it in front of the stallion. "I hope it fits," he grumbled. He made a move to fish Hans's cock out of its sheath but the horse interrupted him.

"Aww, come on Othon, don't I get a last request? For old times' sake?"

The bull stopped and looked the other man in the eyes. A smile softened his grim features. "I guess I owe you that much, partner."

He grabbed the big horse by the mane and pressed his face against his. Thick equine and bovine lips met in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue and drool. Ignoring the murmurs from the crowd, the bull let his hand wander down Hans's neck and chest, caressing his left nipple and then his paunch before circling his waist and grabbing his butt.

"Mmphh... I always wanted to get a piece of that perfect ass," the executioner whispered between two kisses. He slipped a finger between the horse's plump cheeks and ran it down his crack.

"You shoulda just asked... my door's always open for friends," the big stud replied just as his slowly-engorging cock flopped lazily out of his sheath.

Their mouths parted after one last smooch, a thin trail of drool still connecting their lips. Othon grabbed the stallion's dangling meat and stroked it with admiration.

"The world will be poorer for losing such a fine cock," he said as the organ hardened to its full glory between his calloused fingers. It was veiny, thicker than the fox's arms, and already dripping like a leaky faucet. When it reached its apex the bull could not resist running his thumb over the gaping urethra and tasting it.

"You can suck me off if you want to," Hans winked.

"And let you blow my hangman's fee in my mouth? Nah," Othon chuckled and began to slide the condom over the turgid skin. "There's at least a year's worth of wages in here," he whistled while weighing the condemned man's testes in the palm of his hand.

"Give me a send-off that blows my mind, and I swear I'll shoot a load that will make you rich," Hans said and gave Othon one last peck on the cheek.

"I promise I'll buy a round at the tavern with your cum money," the executioner grinned back.

Baldwin did not share the stallion's philosophical mood. "Touch me, and I'll bite your face off, you filthy peasant," he growled, his eyes glowing with hatred.

"Tsk, tsk, why do the cats always have to make it difficult?" the bull shook his head.

Two guards moved to the side of the tiger and grabbed his bound arms. The feline exploded in a whirlwind of hissing rage, snapping his fangs, kicking his springy legs and tearing cloth and flesh with the sharp claws of his feet. More guards piled in and in a short time they had Baldwin under control. They lifted him horizontally and sprawled his legs to expose his genitals to the hangman and the crowd.

"You felines are so obsessed with hygiene," Othon said and leisurely caressed the tiger's taut furry balls and immaculate pink anus, "Though I wonder how you kept yourself clean without soap and water," he added and made a licking motion, much to the roaring delight of the spectators.

"You can't treat me like this, I am from a noble family," Baldwin squirmed as he tried to escape the prodding finger.

"Which will make your jizz all the more valuable. Hold him tight boys..."

The tiger roared, screamed and mewled as the bull pinched and rubbed his sheath and fingered his pristine asshole until his barbed feline prick came out. When it did he slipped a small condom over it and secured it in place by tying a thin piece of silk string around the base of the cat's shaft.

"That should do the trick, but remember: if you lose it and waste your seed, I'll have to skin you and sell your pelt as a rug," the bovine said and clapped his hands while admiring his handiwork. Baldwin shot a frightened glance at the guard nearest to him, and the big dane replied with a nod that yes, the hangman would get his fee one way or another.

Chakkax greeted his executioner with a flick of his third eyelid. His crotch was smooth and featureless save for the slit that parted it in two. "Huh," Othon scratched his head, "I might need some technical assistance here. You lizards do have dicks, don't you?"

The reptile looked at the bull with something that could be interpreted as contempt. "You warm-bloods are so foolish. Do you think I would wish to mate with one such as you?"

"How do I get you hard then?"

The thief's serpentine tongue darted mockingly. "With the musk of a she-drake in heat."

The bull began to rifle through his toolbox, taking out, then discarding, flasks, ointments and strangely shaped toys. Then a triumphal grin crossed his face as he raised a small vial. "I knew this would come in handy one day!"

The uncorked vial gave off a thick, sickly sweet scent like incense and rotting fruit under the summer sun. Chakkax flicked out his tongue and his narrow pupils immediately dilated to circles. He shifted excitedly from foot to foot and the tip of his long tail began to wriggle but apart from a noticeable swelling his slit remained shut.

"Guess I'll have to get my hands dirty," Othon sighed. He stuck his fingers inside his mouth and dipped three of them into the reptilian genitalia. The thick digits parted the scaly lips of Chakkax's slit and began fishing for the elusive cock. The lizard's insides reminded the bull of a cow's pussy, warm, moist and rather loose, but after some exploration his thumb and index fingers pinched something long and fleshy.

"There you are!" he said triumphantly as he extracted the reptile's penis like a worm from freshly-tilled earth. It was long and pink, and unlike a mammalian cock it remained flexible as it grew fat with blood. Gasps of surprise and disgust rose from the first ranks of the crowd as the muscular, tentacle-like thing wrapped itself around Othon's index finger and began to ooze a sticky fluid.

"Hey! Don't you cum on me," the bull growled indignantly.

"It is only ichor," the thief said with a soft sibilant voice, "To prepare the receptive female to accept the more fertile sperm that will enrich her eggs. My real discharge will be rather more thick and vigorous."

"Well, I hope it will be worth the effort," the executioner grumbled as he struggled to fit a collection bag over the wriggling member. That done, he wiped his slimy fingers on the man's torso. "I really need to get an assistant for this kind of work."

Ridondo's handsome face was grave, but there was little fear in his wily eyes.

"A fox," Othon said as he inspected the bard from the tip of his pointy ears down to his clawed toes, "What you folks lack in quantity you make up for in quality," he added and jiggled the man's cute little sack with his hand.

"I'm flattered, and I confirm that the ladies do value my seed very highly," the small carnivore smiled, "But I'm afraid I don't perform for rubes such as you."

He stepped forward and turned theatrically towards the decorated box where the Duke and other officials sat. "Your Highness, I am known as a trickster, but today the joke is on me. I acted the fool and here I am: defeated, humbled and quite naked. I have learned my lesson and throw myself at your mercy. I shall compose an ode to your chivalrous and noble heart if you deign forgive me."

All heads turned towards the Duke in anticipation. The grey-muzzled dog gripped the rests of his chair until his claws sank into the velvet upholstery and his lips turned into a snarl.

"Never."

It was as if an icy wind had blown over the nude fox. His hidden smile vanished, his fluffy tail became limp and a mixture of incomprehension and fear filled his amber eyes.

"Wha-? But... Surely you don't mean..."

"Did you think this was just a fancy play with a happy final act? My daughter is pregnant and my honor has been sullied because of you! I fear the gods, so I shall raise the innocent little half-fox as my own grandchild but you, the father, shall hang!"

"I... I am the king's favourite, he would never..."

"Oh, you are his favourite all right. I wanted to have you nailed alive to the castle's gates with the instrument of your crime stuffed into your mouth, but he prevailed on me to grant you a more merciful death."

"No, this must be a jest... I beg you... I'll do anything, I don't want to..."

Ridondo's legs began to tremble visibly and his ears fell flat against his skull. Any hopes he might still have had vanished the moment the hangman laid his hand on his shoulder. "Hope this shocking revelation hasn't turned you impotent," he grinned. The fox was too stunned to do more than whine feebly when the much bigger bull jerked him off until his thin canine manhood was out of its plump sheath and exposed to the morning air.

"Your typical gallows-bird tends to be well-endowed, but I keep a few small sizes for exceptions such as you," Othon joked as he slipped a condom over the modest vulpine cock.

***

"What a heart-wrenching scene," the husky sighed.

The wine cup stopped midway to Lau's mouth. "Really? I did not realise you were such a tender soul. Is the spectacle not to your liking?"

"It is marvelous, but part of me weeps at the thought of seeing this beautiful little fox sacrificed for a few minutes of our viewing pleasure. I was almost hoping his sentence would be commuted so that I might get the chance to meet him in person."

"Do not be sad, it is fitting that a bard should depart this world with a last performance in front of an appreciative public. And if you wish, I can take you to taverns and slave markets where you will find plenty of trained dancers and singers to entertain your mind and body."

There was movement on the platform below them. The executioner placed nooses around the necks of the condemned men before guards forced them atop shaky blocks of wood at spearpoint. Strange people dressed in the long robes of scholars pressed themselves to the front of the crowd and began to gesture to the bull and point towards the prisoners and their private parts.

"See? Alchemists, potion-makers and magicians are already placing their bids," Lau commented with an amused smile, "Stallion semen is nothing too exotic, but judging from the size of that stud's balls the harvest will be hearty and plentiful. I do not expect more than a few ropes from the tiger and fox, but I am sure their fluids will command a higher price than the finest of liquors. That lizard is an enigma though. Who knows what kind of elixir will issue from his hidden testes?"

"Mmh, if I listened to myself, I'd add my contribution to theirs," the husky licked his lips and rubbed his now uncomfortably tight crotch.

"You read my mind."

The cat unbuttoned the front of his pants and freed his bulging white-furred sheath. At a sign of his hand the little weasel who watched after his guests' comfort scurried to his side with a little pot of scented grease. The leopard dipped the tip of his fingers into the pot and lubricated his nascent erection as it pushed its sheath aside. The husky looked on with a surprised expression but when the smiling mustelid presented him with the grease he eagerly collected a good wad on his fingers and smudged it on his shaft. A few of the other guests with whom he and the cat shared the balcony gave them sideways glances but none went beyond an annoyed 'hmph!'.

***

"Well, time to say goodbye Hans. You were a great drinking buddy."

"So long, when we meet again you better deliver that ass-pounding you just promised me."

The wooden block was kicked from under Hans's hooves and for a fraction of a heartbeat the horse seemed suspended in the air. Then the coarse hempen rope tensed and bit into his thick neck just below his jaw. The massive stallion swayed stiffly from side to side, the strained rope creaking under his weight, and then survival instinct kicked in. The other three men struggled to keep their balance atop the rickety stools as the big horse's convulsions rattled the whole structure.

"Hope you and your dad have a cheerful reunion," Othon said as he drew back his foot to kick the stool from under the tiger.

"GO TO HELL," the feline roared before the noose clamped shut around his windpipe.

Chakkax waited with detached indifference until his own turn came. His neck stretched even longer under the weight of his body and his tail began to lash the air like a whip.

"It cannot be, there must be a mistake..." Ridondo sobbed in disbelief as he watched the three men struggle and kick impotently.

"You should write a song of protest," Othon shrugged. Moments later the small male was wriggling at the end of the rope.

***

"Mmh... which one do you think will be the first to go?" Lau licked his lips and relaxed his legs wide as he rubbed his cock.

"I'd bet on that stallion, he's strong but heavy. I do hope my little russet-furred cousin outlasts them all, look how beautifully he struggles!"

The husky was touching himself with slick, leisurely motions, his ruby canine manhood squirting manly juices on his paw and on the carpeted floor at his feet. Many of their neighbors grumbled and glared at them but neither the dog nor the leopard were of a mind to repress their growing lust. A dignified-looking eagle cleared his throat with insistence and, when this failed to shame the two males into a more dignified attitude, pounded the armrest of his chair with his fist. "This is an outrage! An execution is justice taking its course, it should be a grave and solemn event," he thundered.

Lau turned his feline head towards the bird and winked a knowing eye. "Those pants look expensive, you should do something before they're ruined." Several pairs of eyes followed his gaze and noticed that the eagle was sporting a spectacular erection himself, and that the taut fabric of his breeches was wet with a growing blotch of pre. The man spluttered something unintelligible and hastily pulled a cushion over his groin.

The thick wooden beam creaked dangerously under the combined weight of the males that dangled from it. Hans's muscles rippled under his hide as he kicked his mighty legs, the iron-shod hooves almost scrapping the planks of the platform. His monstrous erection stretched the condom to the point that the bulging veins of his penis were clearly visible under the thin transparent rubber, and his broad, fist-sized flare expanded and contracted rhythmically as he jerked in the rope's embrace.

Baldwin's struggle was no less vigorous. The big cat was twisting his mighty body left and right and swinging his arms behind his back in a futile attempt to free himself. His furry balls and lean feline cock were on full display, and more than once the crowd was treated to a tantalising glimpse of his pink tailhole, but his bulging eyes, heaving chest and foaming lips left little doubt that decency was now the least of his worries.

Next to him Chakkax looked almost accepting of his impending doom. His long neck was squeezed by the noose like a fowl being strangled, but apart from the trembling motion of his tail and the occasional darting of his tongue the lizard remained stiff. His prehensile member had started to curve upwards as soon as the flow of air was cut to his lungs, as if it was in the process of mating with the strange genitalia of a female of his kind. It had also begun to ooze a transparent liquid that came not in sudden ropes, like the seed of a mammal, but as an almost continuous discharge that was now rapidly filling the little bag at the tip of his condom. The sight caused no shortage of lustful ogling and cries of disgust among the citizenry, and two of the learned scholars close to the scaffold could not resist entering a lively debate as to whether the cold-blooded creature derived any sensual pleasure from its ejaculation.

Last among them, Ridondo seemed as light as a feather caught in the wind. Even in the throes of death the vulpine retained his natural grace, and many spectators of both sexes shed tears and sighed pitifully as they beheld the famous bard perform his final dan. His cute little manhood, which had been the delight of ladies and the envy of his fellow males, was rock-hard and its tapered end spurted a steady stream of watery canine precum that leaked out of his condom and drenched his fluffy balls. His maw was agape but only a throaty gargle escaped it while his silky tongue lolled between delicate white teeth.

From the comfort of his plush seat the patriarch leaned back with a satisfied smile as he and the panicked fox briefly crossed eyes. "How fitting," the Duke said, loud enough for the people around him to hear, "That the little ruffian should die exhibiting the shameful lust of which he was so proud. Don't you think so, my dear?"

The lady to whom the words were addressed - a fair dog girl with the round belly of an expectant mother - did not respond, and instead blotted a tear with a handkerchief and sighed with regret.

The agony of the hanged men lasted for what seemed minutes as the spectators gaped at their obscene convulsions or placed bets as to which one would cum first. The gamblers were still raising their stakes when Baldwin began to jerk frantically like his whole body was raked by an electric current. He bared his fangs, as if to fight the orgasmic rush that he knew would signal his imminent death, but his desperate efforts could only delay the inevitable. Suddenly the striped cat's tail rose high above his muscular buttocks. He let out a strangled roar and thrust his hips in the empty air as a pulsing climax filled his condom with strings of feline release.

The fascinated husky stopped his masturbatory motions as he watched the tiger succumb to the noose's deadly embrace. But from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed his companion stroke himself with increasing speed until, almost in unison with the bigger feline, he threw back his head against the soft cushion of his seat, let out a lustful moan and ejaculated a long ribbon of semen that splashed over the expensive carpet at his feet, some of it even clearing the balcony's railing to rain onto the crowd below. Groaning with undisguised bliss, the leopard kept jerking his barbed cock until his length was all spent and his hand sticky with hot, thick seed.

This time none of their neighbors protested the indecent display, as their eyes were firmly fixated on the scene unfolding before them. To the dismay of many of the gamblers it was Chakkax who was the next to go. The green lizard sported a long, bleeding gash in his left thigh, a wound that the tiger had accidentally inflicted with the erratic kicking of his clawed feet, but his air-starved brain did not seem to register the pain at all. His reptilian head pointed skywards, eyes unfocused in their sockets and tongue hanging from a lipless mouth. Many had already written him off as gone when his tail began wriggling like a trapped snake, and moments later his penis ejaculated a cloudy, thick white substance that mixed with his thinner release like milk in tea. Then without further struggle the thief went limp, as if life had deserted his body the second his gonads had discharged their fertile sperm.

Although Chakkax and Baldwin had ceased to move, Hans's contortions were more than enough to keep the gallows rattling and creaking. Defying the odds, the stallion was still fighting for life, his heavy, sausage-like cock bouncing with each sudden motion of his sweat-drenched body. It was however obvious that he was waging a losing battle. The taut rope bit deeply into the horse's muscular neck, depriving his broad chest of precious air and slowly giving the pink skin of his nipples and snout a bluish tint while a thick lather of foam dripped from the corner of his lips. But the stallion's mouth was not the only thing to drool. As he slowly suffocated, the gaping eye in the middle of his flaring cockhead dripped a continuous flow of pre that steadily filled the collection bag and was already far more voluminous than Baldwin's comparatively modest contribution.

Finally his hoofed legs curved back and his blood-engorged manhood rose at a sharper angle while his heavy sack shrank and pulled his virile testicles taut against his body. Seconds later the big horse surrendered to the noose that was stealing his life and came with a whinny that emptied his lungs of what little breath they had left. A flood of equine seed filled the bag at the tip of his condom, the underside of his cock pulsating and throbbing as semen was forced out of his body and up his turgid shaft. The horse had been prevented from emptying his balls for two weeks, and he produced so much cum that his bag hung like a heavy wineskin and threatened to slip from his erect shaft and splatter uselessly on the floor. Sensing a disaster in the making, the bull grasped the base of the hanging man's penis to keep the condom firmly in place while he ejaculated his precious load.

It felt as if Hans's orgasm would not end. His humping would slow, and his fat cock would flag and curve downward only for it to jerk straight again and spurt another rope of colt juice. All the while Othon looked at the dying horse with a tender smile. His thumb gently massaged the stallion's rigid urethra while his free hand fondled his sweaty buttocks and played with his crack. The husky wondered if the executioner was acting out of a genuine desire to pleasure his friend in his final moments or if he simply wanted to milk the stud to the last drop of his expensive semen. Whatever the intent, Hans kept cumming until his bloodshot eyes rolled halfway back and his head slumped on his side. The proud equine punctuated his last rope with a bestial grunt before falling silent.

The dog wanted nothing more than to salute the stallion's performance by pumping his own painfully aroused flesh and blowing his load, but through a supreme effort of will he held back his seed for the delightful little fox who had outlasted them all. Ridondo did not have the stamina of his larger comrades but he was endowed with a slim and lightweight body. The noose did not bite as ferociously into his neck, and from time to time his starved lungs managed to steal a gulp of fresh air. Had the Duke been moved by the bard's tearful eyes this could have been his salvation. But the grizzled hound was cold and stern as a statue, unwilling even to have the executioner put the fox out of his misery, and Ridondo's slender frame only served to prolong his suffering. His cock squirted relentlessly and as it did so his knot swelled until it was the size of a small apple, plugging the condom shut and causing his penis to be bathed in hot canine pre.

The husky squeezed the bulge at the base of his own tingling shaft, trying to imagine how it would feel like to swap places with the smaller carnivore and fight desperately for life in front of an ogling crowd. He closed his eyes, picturing himself dangling in the nude, deprived of all dignity in his last moments and powerless to stop the forced pleasure that made the cruel spectators jeer and gawk at the shameful arousal between his legs. The vision was too much. The husky felt himself going over the edge, and seconds later his rigid cock tensed and pulsed out several jets of dog cum that rose above his head and fell back in a messy shower on his lap and chest. When the rush of pleasure faded he grunted happily, stroked his satisfied cock, and then opened his eyes to witness the fox's final act.

Ridondo's release from agony was finally coming. The fox humped the empty air in frenetic need, his little sack jiggling under his furry groin. Then his toes curled as a final orgasm gripped him from head to tailtip. The bag at the end of his condom inflated visibly from the volume of jizz that the fox pumped into it with each thrust of his hips. Whistles and nods of appreciation rose from the spectators around the husky. All agreed that the bard was living up to the tales about his legendary sexual prowess.

His ejaculation had drained Ridondo's remaining strength, and as soon as it subsided the fox's struggle became weaker. His feet still jerked in protest against death, but they were now too exhausted to rise and kick. His fluffy tail hung limp between his legs and his head bobbed dangerously, with an almost purple tongue lolling and dripping a long rope of drool. His cock remained defiantly erect but it was not cumming anymore, with only an occasional dry twitch informing the crowd that there was still a flicker of life left in the vulpine.

***

"Mmh... the city should erect a statue to commemorate his last moments, so that we may all remember him at his best," the leopard joked, hand still playing with his semi-hardness. The eagle had left his seat the moment the execution had concluded, grumbling but still pitching a tent. A few of the other spectators had followed the pair's example, though none quite so brazenly. Behind Lau a red-faced hare was discreetly crumpling a handkerchief which he had soaked with his lust.

The husky was about to concur that Ridondo deserved a public monument, or at least a good taxidermist, when suddenly the executioner wrapped his thick arms around the fox's nude belly and propped him up high enough to relieve the pressure around his throat. One of the guard-dogs moved quickly to cut the rope with his sword and the vulpine fell into the arms of the bull like a sack of grain. Othon cradled the barely-alive man almost tenderly, checking his pulse and grinning when Ridondo opened his watery eyes and gulped a big breath of air before hacking out a series of raspy coughs. After ruffling the white fur of his heaving chest the bull delicately pulled the condom off the other male's erection, taking care not to spill any of the semen in the process. He held the small bag high, admiring its opaque contents like a man grading a fine vintage. When the reviving bard began to wriggle in his grasp he unceremoniously dropped him on the hard planks of the platform and signaled the guards to pick him up and cut his wrists free.

"A most unexpected twist!" the husky commented, "Do you think the seed will retain its properties and value?"

"Hmm, he did pour his life force into his climax. But this is a debate I will leave to the scholars. Anyhow, it looks like this fox isn't out of the proverbial woods yet."

The dogs picked up the coughing, wheezing man by the armpits and dragged him through the crowd before tossing him before the duke's seat. Ridondo propped himself up on his elbows and knees, his manhood dangling comically under him as he shook in fright. He cast a terrified glance at the bigger man and then clasped the dog's leg in tearful supplication. "Don't kill me. I... I don't want to die, oh please..." he wept.

The freshly cut noose was still wrapped around the fox's neck. The dog grabbed it like a collar and forced the trembling male to look into his eyes.

"My daughter begged me not to kill the father of her child, but you still needed a good lesson. And the lesson's not over yet. You wanted to fuck a member of the ducal family? I'll grant your wish."

With deft fingers he undid the front of his pants and revealed a bulging sheath which soon retreated to make way for an impressive red cock. The bard stared at the glistening member with fearful, uncomprehending eyes, and his nose frowned at the unfamiliar scent of another man's arousal.

"Suck it."

"I... I can't, I..."

"Want to join those three?" the dog pointed at the bodies that sagged from the gallows.

Terror flared on Ridondo's face and he opened his mouth. The duke smirked, put his hand on the smaller canine's head and pushed it towards his groin. The bard's eyes went wide as the thick tool was shoved down his virgin throat and he gargled and instinctively tried to wiggle out of the man's hold. The duke gave him a good cuff and Ridondo wisely stopped resisting, though judging from his facial expression the taste and feeling of a stiff cock down his gullet were a novel and not too pleasant experience to him.

The fox's woes were now of little concern to the executioner, who was busy collecting his prize from the hanged men. The latter had stopped moving, and their faces were frozen in expressions in which pain, rapture and - in Baldwin's case - powerless rage were mixed inextricably. Only Chakkax's tailtip stirred when the lizardman's nether regions were touched, but his glassy eyes showed that this was little more than a mindless spasm. Othon removed the condoms with great care, squeezing the men's cocks and running his thumb up their lengths to force out the last few beads of sticky seed stuck inside their members. When he was satisfied a male had no more to give he gently patted his butt, as if to say farewell and thank him for his offering. He lingered a bit more in front of his old friend Hans. The stallion had more than kept his promise, and the bull grinned like one who had found a bag of gold when he weighed the warm semen-filled pouch in his hand.

"I always knew there was some good in you," Othon guffawed and fondled the stallion's loose balls. Hans did not respond. His meaty flare glistened with a drying veneer of horse cum and a faint mist rose from his sweat-beaded hide. Tears and drool had rolled abundantly down his face and chin but from his ecstatic expression and dangling tongue one could suspect that his last moments had been spent in delirious bliss rather than agony.

The scholars and merchants at the feet of the gallows began to jostle as they outbid each other for the semen that was now at auction. Few could afford a whole load, so after taking his payment Othon dispensed the precious batter by drops and spoonfuls. Ridondo's seed found eager buyers, though the fox was still alive and presently busy getting his mouth fucked.

"Come on! Are you going to pass out without even the decency to make me cum?" the duke barked.

"Father, stop, he has suffered enough!" his daughter screamed.

The fox had no experience in pleasing males, and his clumsy tongue could not bring the older man to orgasm. The duke was well-endowed and still vigorous despite his mature age, and Ridondo could hardly catch a breath with the thick knotted length blocking his airways. Again his skin started to turn blue and his lungs painful. He darted panicked eyes from father to daughter, begging the former for pity and pleading with the other to do something about the fat cock that was choking him.

"Please, you'll kill him..." she cried.

"So you do love the little rascal, huh?" the dog growled. He pulled his dripping length out of the fox's throat, keeping only part of the shaft inside his maw, and started stroking himself rapidly. He came seconds later with a groan, emptying his balls in the mouth of his future son-in-law. The fox almost retched from the shock and sudden taste of male ejaculate on his tongue but before he could cough up the creamy load the duke wrapped his hand around his snout and closed it shut. The two men exchanged a glacial look until Ridondo understood and swallowed the dog's juices with a very visible gulp of his Adam's apple.

"That's a good lad. I'll take you as a stable boy in my castle, and I'll enjoy your pretty ass and mouth in bed every night for a year. Then if I am satisfied with your services maybe I'll consider mercy. I might even let you marry my daughter."

He shoved the fox aside. Immediately his daughter rushed to embrace her martyred lover, soothing his frightened face and kissing his tender lips despite the paternal seed that still dribbled from them.

***

"A love story with a happy ending," Lau commented and wiped a tear. He hadn't bothered pulling his pants back up, and his fluffy white sheath was still exposed to the open air although his penis had retracted snugly into it.

"Not for these ones though," the husky added and pointed towards the lizard, tiger and horse who now hung, stiff and indecent, in front of a rapidly dispersing crowd. The crier announced that the bodies would be left on display until noon for the education of the public and as a warning to miscreants, but with the main show ended the citizens were rapidly losing interest in the grim decorations and soon the square was quiet enough that both men could hear the creaking of the ropes.

"What nobler fate than to die for the pleasure of your betters? Which reminds me..."

Light-footed steps echoed up the stairs leading to the balcony until the little weasel emerged in the doorstep, out of breath but gleaming with satisfaction. In his hand he held a vial which he proudly presented to the leopard.

"Is this...?" the husky asked.

"Fresh milk straight from the cow, or rather from the tiger," Lau uncorked the little bottle and inhaled deeply. "Want a taste?"

The other man considered the small bottle and then glanced at the swaying man from whose testicles its contents had come from. "No thank you," he said, shivering a bit at the ghoulish offer, "I wouldn't want to deprive you of any of the pleasure."

The leopard grinned, looking like he was quite glad to have the whole bottle to himself.

"To think of the thousands of gold coins it took to raise, feed and educate the scion of such a noble family. All of this, and his lineage, contained in this seed," he mused, admiring the transparent bottle that gleamed in the sun like a precious gem. He dipped it above his open maw and poured the syrupy liquid in a thin stream on his tongue.

"I understand why you loved the tiger as much as I enjoyed the fox. It's always easier to identify with them when they are a similar species," the canine whispered in the tone of someone confessing a deliciously shameful secret.

Lau had closed his eyes to savour the salty taste of the tiger's essence. He opened them and looked at his guest with an amused expression.

"Oh, you are mistaken. When it comes to this kind of sport I prefer to be a spectator rather than a participant. I took a special interest in this fellow because his family and mine have a historical rivalry of sorts. In fact, we had an altercation at a party a few months ago, and I swore publicly that I would drink his seed on execution day before the end of the year. And now I have kept my promise."

The weasel held up a wine bottle to offer the two men a refill. The husky extended his glass gratefully, not so much to quench his thirst as to have an excuse to avert his eyes from the leopard's sharp-toothed smile. He wondered how much the man had to do with the tiger's arrest and sentencing and made a mental note never to get on his bad side.

"Well, given that you seem acquainted with the blue-blood of the city, do you think you could introduce me to the Duke? I am absolutely dying to meet him and his new servant."

"That I can arrange," Lau said and licked the rim of the vial like a child a piece of candy, "After all, Ridondo will need all the practice he can get if he is to perform his new duties satisfactorily."